Ending sorrows, start building shadows The darkness of the past, the burden of sorrow The unrelenting blows of the wind in the night Shall be my nightmare until morning is light What then should my hollowed heart be What will become of us no that absence is reality? I am here—listening, staring, writing Waiting for something to happen, dropping everything The blunder of loss, pain, and happiness sealing Our fate, as if all is slightly dimming Even though I face the indisputable prophecy The day I find happiness is highly unlikely
Freedom lost, gentleness stopped Long forgotten past in the endless days dropped Over the meadows of fine lies stilled I looked ahead but I find no treasures revealed Hoping to find satisfaction in the sea of misery But it is all trifles, am I right that you're sorry? Converting the greatness of the strife I'm feeling I'm still trying to find where love is always going Inside the eternity of fate and worth, I believe That staying in love is all that I have to relive But even if all is lost and I find infinity The day I'll find love is highly unlikely
Breaking half of hearts of people I meet The absence of life, the meaninglessness of it all, isn't it sweet? I live, I breathe, I play, I end up hurt But isn't it fun when you throw love on the dirt? All around me, I see blood lost and happiness destroyed You were staring at me, sadness in your eyes deployed Beyond my radius, I gaze at you, betrayed But I harden my heart until your will swayed Call me evil, call me anything you want I'll live by all of it so come and let's see your stunt What now? I guess all you could do is play along nicely Because the day I stop all of this is highly unlikely
As all deception and illusions go Everything stops as truth claws its way to woe I can see the truth, I can see it very well But I refuse to follow, I refuse to dwell Inside these petty caves called home, I curse I don't know why I'm running away but I set my course Though the path is lined with sorrows, I'll run I will tread through shadows long and toil under the sun So that I could hide the pain of my guilt It's all so that I could bury that song on silt So go—run, scream my name as you look for me Because the day you'll find me is highly unlikely
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This is the first time I saw myself writing about a manipulative character in a poem. It gives us a view in their head, how they think that playing victim will solve everything. Somehow, even through it all, we can see that they are, at their very core, still human.
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